Counterfeit, counterfeit That’s what you’re shouting at me I could run but I’d sooner have this And I make her bleed Lick the blood stain from your finger Say what do you see? Remind you that whatever you get is What you want it to be (you want it to be)
You get a feeling, that’s what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you’re waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends get out the way Of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
Oh! I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend (4x) Weekend, weekend, weekend
Coming back, coming back To a place where, I never knew Pushing knobs, pushing faders But I Don’t know what they do
This reflection in my mirror Reminds me of you When I tilt it towards the sunlight You fall out of view (you fall out of view)
You get a feeling, that’s what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you’re waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends get out the way Of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
Oh! I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend (4x) Weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
